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expression again. “Richard, suck Luke until he's good and slick. When he pulls off, Luke, make love to him, show him you're still here.”

He knelt behind us and rubbed one hand along my back. With the other, he caressed my balls and the skin behind them. Richard scooted down and did as Matthew ordered. I was lost in the sensations of hands and mouth.

I loved watching my cock slide between Richard's lips, seeing our bodies connected, knowing he wanted me inside his mouth, knowing my dick on his tongue made him harder. He swirled the crown one last time and shimmied up the bed. He lifted his legs, opening for me in such a desperate, needy motion, it made me ache to fill him. I didn't play around. I pushed inside him in one quick thrust until his ass met my hips.

He groaned as our bodies came together. “Yes, Luke. I need to feel you. Know you're with us.”

“Yes. Still here. In you.” The grunts took control of my voice. I thrust in and out of him in a slow torment of pleasure.

I heard a sharp intake of breath behind me, and then a low sob. I forced my body to still and turned to Matthew. He swiped at his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“Uh-huh. You're beautiful together. I thought we were going to lose this.” He sighed. A shaking hand returned to my back.

“I need you. C'mere.”

“Yeah.” He moved closer. The head of his cock nudged at my hole. “Not such a top when I cry?”

Richard reached over my shoulder and took Matthew's face in his hand. “I love who you are. Never change.” With his strong arms, Richard pulled us together, and Matthew's prick slid inside my body.

I groaned as we came together. It was right that I ended up suspended between them after everything I'd been through that day. I needed to be there. Needed to know I was still a part of them.

And as Matthew plunged in and Richard bucked up, I was reminded all my body ever needed was them. I was finished playing at the club, finished searching. I'd found the men with whom I could be myself, the men who wouldn't let anyone tell them I wasn't worth loving, and the men whom I wouldn't ever give up— for anyone.

Richard came with a loud grunt. His ass seized the orgasm out of me, and Matthew came along with us.

We collapsed onto Richard in a graceless thump. Our heavy breathing and Matthew's low, sated hums drowned out Richard's exhale.

“I guess it's a good thing Matthew's such a light top if you two are going to keep landing on me.”

Matthew laughed. He dropped beside Richard and patted the man's hip. “Sorry.”

Richard leaned over to kiss him, and I joined them. It wasn't heated or fancy. It was slow and tender and everything I needed.

I moved off Richard and wriggled to lie between them. They made room and wrapped their arms around me.

The irony of the moment wasn't lost on me. I laughed at the memory of the first night we'd stayed together in the same bed— when they had positioned me between them for a brief moment.

“What's so funny?” Matthew asked, his voice relaxed.

“Nothing. Just thinking of how far I've come since we first stayed here together.”

“We've all come a long way,” Richard said. “I'm proud of you, Luke. Proud of what you did today. Proud of the man you are— the man you've let us get to know. When I heard your father say he wanted to kill you... I about lost it.”

Matthew laughed. “You should've seen it. I had to sit on him to get him to listen to me.”

“I imagined as much.” I faced Richard. “Thank you for understanding what I had to do.”

“Had you gotten yourself killed, I'd never have forgiven you.”

“I get that. I like that you worry. Next time, trust me, huh?”

“I'll try.”

Matthew wrapped his arms around me. “We'll always support you. Forever.” He kissed my cheek and then rolled over and jumped out of the bed.

“Where are you going?”

He started dressing. “To get food. Walter said you haven't been eating.”

I finished my shower and found them seated in the dining room. Soft candles lit the room. Trays of food covered the table: cubed cheeses and meats, a sliced French baguette, fresh fruits, whipped cream, and various bite-sized cheesecakes.

I sat across from Richard and reached for my napkin. “Where's the silverware?”

Richard snorted. “Told you he'd notice.”

“Of course he's gonna notice,” Matthew said. “But he doesn't know what we're up to.”

“Can't we eat? It all looks great.”

“Uh-huh,” Matthew said. “But we aren't using forks. We're using our hands.”

“Okay.” I picked up a grape from the fruit tray and went to pop it in my mouth.

Richard reached across the table and stopped me. “No, Luke. We're using our hands, but there's one rule.” He stole the grape from me and raised it to my lips. I opened for him and licked his fingers, loving the game already. “No one can feed himself.”

“You do like your rules, don't you?”

Matthew laughed with me, the sound full of joy and life, wiping away a bit of the horrible memories. He didn't act as though being in the dining room bothered him. I hoped I'd be able to sit there one day and not see steel against his skin. Matthew instilled that sort of hope.

“Hey,” Richard said, “it's those rules and my pushiness that got us here. Without that, you'd both still be playing at the Haven.”

“This feels like... ” Matthew trailed off and lowered his head.

Richard cupped the man's chin. “Finish your thought.”

“This feels like a haven. Here, just us. You know?” He shifted in his seat.

Richard smiled. “Yeah, that's exactly what it's been like.”

I reached for Matthew and held his hand. “Living here with you two has been better than all the nights I spent at the club combined.” I snatched a strawberry, dipped it in the whipped cream, and painted it over his lips.

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